Life is a tide that rises and falls
and god how good it feels when it’s at the full
but then it retreats to the edges of the world
and all that can be seen is a barren plain
where dead fish and the wrecks of boats and
empty bottles and rusted bicycles lie abandoned
on a plain of grayish mud that stretches further
that the eye can see.
Then it turns and creeps back into view
to swirl with a rush of beery foam back around your feet
throwing small shells and shining pebbles
on to the gleaming sand, and best of all
a wonderful scent of love and salt and other things
that make you close your eyes and breathe
as deeply as you can of the freshness and joy
of the tide of life!
© MM 6.9.2009
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